#this is.. something

THIS IS VERY UNRELATED TO DELTARUNE TOMORROW BUT DELTARUNE TOMORROW

          it had been a shot or two too many, she had lost count of how many mixed drinks she had poured herself and been handed ── although only by females she trusted and knew well enough. she had been around, twirling her way around the crowd like a melancholic ballerina, avoiding certain faces and faking smiles towards others. it was a feeling that came with every annual gala and suede never liked it, how the event felt smeared in permanent marker over her name like a badge. she had managed to leave with some guy she had met that evening amongst the crowd, unlike her, until she had coerced him to drop her off at some diner open late as he muttered curses under his breath and commented that she was a prude. it felt wrong, the way her hands shook slightly before texting trev, how her instincts fled towards him ── he always saw straight through her and could tell she was drunk, prompting her to drop the pin to her location with the promise that he was on his way. it was late in the evening now, nearly three am, when the promising sights of the vibrant green merc pulled up to a parking spot outside, having ordered a coffee but not even bothering for a sip of it. her legs propped herself up before she was dropping a ten dollar bill and walking hastily out the door of the diner, a giggle falling from her lips helplessly at the sight of the shaggy haired male, teetering a bit in her sneakers before climbing into the passenger seat and covering her face guiltily. “hi,” she admitted, sheepishly, before reaching a petite hand over to grab his and squeeze it, unshielding her face. “i would’ve.. ordered pancakes to go for you as a thanks, but i think you’re a bit too fast of a driver, hot rod,” she drunkenly admitted, laughing at her own words, unfiltered, more vulnerable, before her gaze turned to meet his face. “you know, i didn’t think my guardian angel would be wearing quite a loud outfit, but it suits you.” she inhaled quietly. “thank you, by the way. i’m not drunk, totally could’ve.. had pancakes and gotten home fine,” she promised, but the way she couldn’t hold a straight face as if she was a guilty child and her previous texts coming out a bit more scrambled than normal proved otherwise.

Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga (2003)